Monday, October 29, 2012
Motorcycles
When I was seven I was obsessed with motorcycles. Not sure what sparked it, but on Sunday drives to NY I longingly stared out the backseat window coveting every bike we passed. That Christmas, my parents stuffed my stocking with a plastic toy model. I was outraged they didn't take me seriously. I wanted a real motorcycle. As quickly as it came, my fixation faded, never to resurface again. I was reminded of this random obsession as I found myself on the back of a Harley. I remembered that little girl and knew she would have been ecstatic riding winding canyon roads on an unseasonably warm October day. When we crested a peak, the cavernous valley filled one side, and the expansive Pacific ocean the other. Breathtakingly beautiful.
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